Page 44 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

And if she didn’t murder him, well, then maybe he would be able to help them.

“I’ll be able to help Avalon in the static, but that’s about it for me. I’ll need her to get into it to her level, and into her mind.”

Julian reassured him.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it.”

There was no doubt they would.

Tori was curious.

“We know that a medallion was found in Wynter’s blazer pocket. Someone had to put it there. I doubt she’d put it in her pocket herself,” she said.

That was very true.

The woman had repeatedly said how much she didn’t believe in any of this, despite working in an office that was haunted.

That might have been her downfall.

Sadly.

“She wouldn’t,” Bishop admitted. “She didn’t buy into it. She thought all of this was bullshit. I don’t know how one ignores the fact that we have a ghost that talks to the photocopier, and one who leaves us messages on the glass, but she just didn’t think it was legit,” she said, meaning witchcraft.

If ghosts were real, why couldn’t witches be real too? They’d all seen their witches take care of business. They were all safe thanks to Raven.

The man they were discussing sighed.

Unfortunately, this was all preventable.

Had.

She.

Listened.

“I wish she would have done what I asked. Next step, family, is tattoos. If you can’t be trusted to wear a charmed medallion, we’ll have to do something more permanent.”

Julian laughed, but not for the reason he expected.

“Oh, well, don’t think I’m not five seconds from making that a mandatory thing for the people working here. This is the second time that we’ve been burned by something dark and not so nice,” he stated.

Booth shook his head.

“Good luck getting a pentagram tattooed on my wife. The charmed wedding band was a fight, and the world can’t see that. She’ll shit a ton of bricks if I suggest a tattoo on her body to begin with, but a pentagram? She’d kill me.”

Oh, no doubt.

From where he was sitting beside his wife, Nathaniel Carter had been thinking about what Tori had said.

The investigator in him might be dormant, but he didn’t die.

Not.

Even.

Close.

This all smelled wonky to him.